A
Private Gig
By
Craig Wilson
The
smoke clears and I find myself out of the house.
Yet, I
don’t recall leaving my house. I shrug it off.
I
suddenly recall that I was out visiting a friend.
I walk
down the block to my best friend's house.
I can
hear music coming from my friend's house.
I open
the door to let myself in and am taken aback.
I
notice that my favourite band is playing in the house.
My
friend is in the living room, and I sit next to her.
Naturally,
my phone’s alarm goes off and I wake up.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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